A Heart that is failing to pump

Esha Walayat's Story

I live in District Sargodha and study in 9th Class in a nearby school. Now a days, we are in Lahore for my mother’s treatment, who has been admitted in Jinnah Hospital and fighting with Esophageal Cancer stage 4. Doctors are struggling to save my mother’s life.

I am a Heart patient myself and striving for a healthy life. I got to know about this disease during my mother’s treatment.

One day as I was stepping into the hospital, I felt some weird signs. For a while I thought it was probably due to exertion but unfortunately something else was going on inside my body.

I left my mother in the Chemo room when I felt a slight but sharp pain in my left shoulder and chest with shortness of breath. Suddenly I became blue and felt extreme breathlessness.

Within a few seconds my condition got worse and I fainted. They took me to the emergency ward. After immediate treatment and initial examination I was referred to the concerning department.

I was diagnosed with Mitral & Aortic Valve prollapse which turned out to be the reason behind my poor growth. I recalled all the incidents that used to happen with me; I wasn’t able to run like other kids, I have always had a feeling of lethargy, heaviness and fatigue. These symptoms were with me since the day I was born. My disease is Congenital

This was the news that shattered my strength, my courage, my confidence all at once. I didn’t know what was building up inside me since my birth. The only thought that keeps on haunting me is of immediate death because I know my parents don’t have enough money to pay for my treatment.

Chemotherapy session of my mother are an ongoing treatment and for that my poor father is struggling hard to manage the expenses while on the other hand my condition requires an immediate surgery. I tried to contact the Government Hospitals for my surgery, but they were also charging certain amount for the surgery.

Now, my father is worried about my treatment as there is not a single penny left that could be spent further.

Just when I had lost all the hope of survival, I came across the banner of Transparent Hands. It was no less than a miracle to know about an organization that could help save my life. I am looking up to you through the platform of Transparent Hands for my valve replacement